I ate 3
plates of beans (which I know I shouldn't). When I got to my fiancée’s place
for dinner, he seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly, “Darling I
have a surprise for you tonight”. He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair
at the dining table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my
blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until
he returned and went to answer the call.
The beans I
had consumed was still affecting me and the pressure was becoming unbearable,
so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my
weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer
truck running over a skunk in front of a garbage dump! I took my napkin from my
lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other leg, I
ripped off three more.
The stink was
worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation
in the other room, I went on releasing atomic bombs like this for another few minutes.
The pressure was indescribable!
Eventually
the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, so I quickly fanned the
air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands
back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have
been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking
so long. He asked me if I had peeped through the blindfold, and I assured him I
had not.
At this
point, he removed the blindfold. To my utmost surprise, twelve dinner guests
including his Mum and Dad were seated around the table, with hand holding their
noses. I felt the last should just open and swallow me.
If you were
in my shoes, what will you do?
#Kip
Smiln’
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